OUCH ON THE COUCH
Why do you always grow so big and mean?
When the weather changes to a winter scene
And when the rain comes dripping down
You multiply and without a sound.
The breezes and wind must feed you well
In them your dancing wildly feels like hell.
So now you got me in your grip
With electrical claws you tear and rip
And fill my face with fire waves.
How do you decide who becomes your slaves?
My jaw it dances pogo to painful beat
And my normal-ness sits back seat.
And all the while no one can see
The T.N. monster torturing me.
You’ve taken half my smile away
A half a smile is how ill stay
Part of my face is a droopy sag
My head should be cover with a bag.
Funny all this and you still
Have not over taken my will
One time soon you shall see
Ill force you to leave me be.
Then ill pass the answers along
Ways to keep you where you belong.

That is a great poem! Keep up the good work!! You can do it! I have faith in you! Fight that depression and saddness away with happy thoughts!! *hugs*
Wish

Liked this one too. You are a pretty talented writer. Keep 'em coming!

-Cgirl-

DOCTOR FEEL GOOD - Tina -
I still feel it, so vivid… can you recall?
Strapping me with Velcro your aids holding me down
My pleas of no no, well can you recall?
How you smiling face stared
As you wiped those pliers,
To a sparkling shine.
Pulled plastic gloves over
Those doctor hands.
I can still see, you
Flexing your grip,
Fingers stretching then
Closing into a fist.
Can you recall, remember…
Your face so close to mine
I could smell your breathing
Feel it too, upon my face
That was black and blue.
Your breath, stinging me
Do you recall?
How you pulled and tugged
Until each wire was out
Over 20 plus the 4 big ones.
Do you remember?
My blood dripping
Down my lips and chin
Sure you do. My blood
Trapped all over your gloves
And the tooth that I spit out
When I finally got to rinse.
Do you recall? The gauze
You stuffed in my mouth
To sop up the bleeding
So your work seemed clean and noble
Do you know it has been 7 yrs ?
Can you recall like I do
That day I was strapped
in your chair Way in the back room
Or did it leave your memory
Like a sweet dream lost to the light of day?
I cannot judge that’s for another
I can only forgive, and hope
You as a doctor forgot
That day , That day I can never forget.
That day I do forgive but
That day I will never forget.

That poem gave me the shivers. And it's not cold in here, either. Somebody's up pretty early thinking about old things. Did you dream about it, BMW? I hope not. Please don't ever recommend me to that dentist!

I like your writing, though. It really gets the picture across...

Idealist

Oh, I wanted to ask you. I see in your profile that you like writing. Do you write anything else besides poems?

Idealist

NO ! Not a dentist ...a doctor And no not a dream a fact this did happen it is not made up or a dream. This is how I belive I got my a dolorosa... When the doc took my wires off the first time... no sleepy stuff no numbing gel just nothing . the second time went to diffrent doc and i did get sleepy stuff and was blessed the new doc put my jaw back together with plates and all that.
just been 7 yrs and been remembering is all ... I have more verse to post .
on writing... verse it is all I write it is my coping skill .


oh yeah the doc at the time then worked the daytona 500 was track side in case any racers crashed ... sad I got him upon arriving at the e.r. .

KAREN
We talked and talked, thank you so much
for talking with me , for hearing for letting me cry
For understanding and not telling me goodbye…
Or not saying my thoughts were crazy or wrong.
For letting me come by and visit, Thanks…
We were able to figure ,an answer stumbled upon.
Why it hurts so bad inside, why it feels so like a crime
Is because threw it all . I was treated like a criminal
Followed and video taped, tapped my phone to listen
Dragged to court for trail by jury.. where everything
Was shown and thrown around.
And no one really cared about me
Or how it hurt or how I felt.
They took my pain poems too back then
For the court. Never gave them back
That is what hurts so much right now
My poems were not for anyone but me
To get me out and to set me free
From the pain and the dark and the mean
They were my gold they were my blood
They were me every one of my poems ME.
How did you like me on paper? Where are you keeping me ?
Am I sitting in a file drawer or in a dark closet?
I am not a criminal , but humanity showed ,
I was treated like such. And this is why I don’t fit in
We talked and talked and the answer came
Thank you dearly My girlfriend.
I understand it now and can work
To get past… get past the past.